Run to the Garden,
there lies some harps With melodies so cool
that makes nature's hand's ignite our thoughts.... more »
Strolling in the woodlands,
I see ahead of me a large stretch of virgin timber where blackberry thickets foam white in spring time.
In the valley littered with gold,... more »
I want to be free,
Old sages tell me it goes with a fee.
I go on my knees and ask for the key,
They tell me to learn from what i see.... more »